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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
For God sent not his Son into the world
to condemn the world, but that the world
through Him might be saved. He that
believeth on Him is not condemned; but
he that believeth not is condemned al
ready, because he hath not believed in the
name of the only begotten Son of God.
And this is the condemnation, that light is
come into the world, and men loved dark
ness rather than light, because their deeds
were evil. For every one that doeth evil
hateth the light, neither cometh to the
light lest his deeds should be reproved.
But he that doeth truth cometh to the light
that his deeds may be made manifest, that
they are wrought of God. —The Gospel of
St. John 3:17-21.
It Works Both Ways
AMERICA’S immigration difficulties are
brought home to the Japanese rather
| forcibly by the protest of the Chinese
against the law which bars them from Ja
pan. In their protest they ask for the same
consideration which the Japanese are seek
ing in America.
The Golden Rule, it appears, was ex
pounded by the Chinese philosopher, Confu
cius, but it cannot be said ever to have
made much progress as a modus vivendi
for the nations until the great world league
began to function. It is the corner stone
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in the league system, to which Japan sub
scribes. It is likely that she has good and
sufficient reason for refusing to permit a
considerable influx of the Celestials and
this, combined with the Golden Rule, will
enable her to interpret the attitude of
America in the famous Japanese exclusion
act. The more Confucius the less confu
sion.
The Will to Peace
BELOW will be found the text of the ■
resolutions which were brought be
fore the recent general conference of
the Methodist Episcopal church, and which,
doubtless, before this issue of The Journal
reaches the public will have been adopted
as the expression of one of America’s great
Protestant church bodies on war and its pre
vention. The resolutions were reported by
a special c 'mmittee embracing some of the
ablest mind in the church afier mature de
liberation and open debate. It will be ob
served that they do not support the ex
treme view of the peace-at-any price paci
fists, but on the contrary, look to the cul
tivation of a mental attitude toward peace
that will make war improbable. The resolu
tions are: ,•
“We set ourselves to create the will to
peace. We recommend that a prayer for
peace be prepared and used at every com
munion service. Through its educational
program our church must mold the present
vouth of all races into a peace-loving gener
ation, We shall launch an aggressive cam
paign to teach the nature, causes and con
sequences of war. The glorification of war
mu~4 end.
“We set ourselves to create the conditions
for peace. Selfish nationalism, economic
imperialism and militarism must cease. The
establishment of the principle that conscrip
tion ot wealth and labor must be the coun
terpart ot any future conscription ot hu
man life will be a powerful deterrent
against war.
“As great odium must, be put upon the
war profiteer as was ever put upon the
slacker. The protection of special priv
ileges secured by investors in foreign lands
has too often imperiled the peace of na
tlons. This source ot danger must be pre
vented. The rights ot the smallest nation
must he held as sacred as hose of the
strongest. We hold the cause of peace dear
er than party allegiance, and we shall tol-
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erate no dilatory or evasive attitudes on
the part of those who represent us.
“We set ourselves to create organization
for peace. Grateful to our government for
its leadership in the movement toward
reduction of armaments and the promotion
of tribunals for International arbitration,
we insist upon a more decided and aggres
sive policy in these directions.
“We urge our President to summon an-
I other conference ot the natibns for the
, more drastic reduction of armaments. We
demand the Immediate entrance of the
United States into the Permanent Court of
International Justice. The participation of
the United States in a League of Nations
will receive our active support. We shall
elect men to public office pledged to secure
these ends. The ballot and other direct proc
esses of democracy must now be employed
in securing a warless world.”
Flexible vs. Inflexible
OUR Republican friends are being
wounded in their tenderest parts by
the behavior ot their flexible tariff.
The cat is jumping the wrong way—that
is, straight through the heart of the Ford
ney-McCumber tariff.
The Department of Commerce reports that
we are exporting more raw cotton and less
manufactured cotton. The exports of the
former for the nine months ended last
March aggregated four million eight bundled
and fifty-four thousand bales as against four
million four hundred and thirty-one
sand for the same period in 1922-23. In
short we have sold to the foreigner four
hundred and twenty-three thousand bales of
raw cotton for which we received only the
first values, when we should have manu
factured them into yarns, thread and cloth
and have received the second and third
values also.
This it appears does not complete the
story, for we sold and exported to these
same countries one hundred and thirteen
thousand bales ot cotton cloths fewer in the
1922-23 period than in 1923-24. Our de
creased sales showed in every cotton class
but most conspicuously in unbleached cotton
where the sales fell off about fifty per cent.
It is plain, therefore, that Uncle Sam is be
ing whip-sawed; and, from the Republican
standpoint the most unfortunate thing about
it is that it happens in a presidential year.
That Is no way for a pet measure to per
form.
The Republican publicity bureau say of
the situation: “The cotton textile business
is not in as good shape as might be wished.
Competition from England is greater than
ever before in our and the New
England mills are particularly hard hit. The
wage plane is so high that the protection
expected from the tariff seems to be inade
quate. The laborers refuse to consider any
reduction in wages, and higher tariff rates
would start a fight.”
To the innocent bystander it seems that the
trouble is due to a collision between the
flexible tariff and the inflexible law of sup
ply and demand complicated by the inter
ference of an inflexible wage scale. ay
the flexible principle, anyway? If this great
protective scheme is defensive why not give
it a rigid backbone? Fortunately the onus
is on the Republican party; and it bears
harvest when the house cleaning '■ on'anfl
company expected. If there is anything in
logic, the only tariff that can protect us is
one that will not let outsiders take our prod
ucts, manufacture them and sell t back
to our home customers at a profit. This
would beideal if there were outsiders to
take our surplus goods and pay a profit on
their high cost.
QUIZ
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get the answer to any question puzzling
him by writing to Tbe At lama Journal
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. Is it true that lava in a volcano crater
is liquid rock? H. H.
A. Lava is molten rock. Lavas of siliceous
nature usually have a pasty or ropy consisten
cy and flow sluggishly after eruption, while
basaltic lavas are usually fluid and flow freely.
The former build up volcanic cones of steep
slopes, as in central France, whereas basaltic
lavas form volcanic cones of gentle slopes,
like those of Etna or the Hawaiian volcanoes.
Some lavas decompose and disintegrate with
. amazing rapidity and form a fertile soil for
the vine. Others, but slightly, different in
composition, present for centuries a firm un
yielding surface to the elements. Lavas may
be either compact or vesicular, slaggy, corci.v
ceous, or pumiceous.
Q. When did Egypt become an independent
; state with Fuad as king? L. D.
A. It became anlßndpendent kingdom upon
the termination of the British protectorate.
February 28, 1922. The British government
reserved to its discretion four subjects; safety
of the British Empire’s communications, de
fense of Egypt against foreign aggression, di
rect or indirect; protection of foreign inter
ests in Egypt, and on minorities: and guaran
tees for British interests in the Soudan. Fuad
1 was proclaimed king on March 16, 1922'.
Q. What would happen if an irresistible
force should meet an immovable body? G. T.
A. The Bureau of Standards says that the
existence of these two conditions at the same
time is impossible, according to all known
laws. As the very existence of the two con
i ditions at the same time cannot take place.
It is necessarily impossible to state what
would happen if the condition did exist.
Q. When will the Jewish New Year come
year? M. P. D. B.
( A. In 1924 it occurs on September 11.
HIS BROTHER’S WIFE
BY RUBY M. AYRES
CHAPTER IV
David’s Letter
SEPTEMBER was dying, and the artist
hand of October had begun to paint
the world with its wonderful tints of
red and orange.
Already the trees were getting bare; one
could see the road quite plainly now from
the windows of Dolly Bretherton’s flat
through the shivering line of lime trees that
bordered the path outside.
Dolly stood at the window, and looked
out at the gray, misty line of sky above the
houses; she always seemed to be looking
out of the window now. She had a cu
rious feeling that she was waiting for some
thing something important, something
that would come along and change the
whole of her life—something, she did not
know what.
Nearly seven weeks since Nigel went
away.
Twice she had had an official post card
from him, with the meager news that he
was well; once, a letter hastily scrawled on
scraps of paper.
He was full of enthusiasm, full of cour
age, but it was the sort of letter he might
have written to an ordinary acquaintance
Dolly gave it to Mary to read.
"There are no secrets,” she said dryly
The letter began, “Dearest Dolly,” and
ended. “Yours affectionately.”
That, was a fortnight ago now, and since
then there had been no news
She swung round from the’ window sud
denly to where Mary sat at the table writ-
■‘ D a vi d Bretherton doesn’t seem to be go
asked ° acknowled§e does he?” she
Mary looked up.
“David!” she echoed.
Dolly made a little impatient gesture
"Nigel’s brother, I mean. Nigel wrote’to
him before he went to France, and told him
all about our marriage. He thought—in
j case he never came back—that David ought
to know. s u
Mary made no comment.
I suppose if anything happens I shall be
quite dependent on his—charity ” Dolly
said again, bitterly. uouy
ter.” erhaPS he haS never had Nl sel’s let-
‘‘l don’t suppose he’d answer It if he
. had; he doesn’t believe in marriage Nigel
was always saying what a peculiar sort of'
I Mary?” 6 WaS * Did y ° U ever know him >
"No.”
i Dolly wandered back again to the win-
! dow.
“He’s as rich as Croesus,” she said
"They have a lovely house in the country—
j the Red Grange.”
| “I know.”
I there?” know! Have you ever been
Mary flushed a little.
! "Nigel took, me down one day—oh, a
long time ago, before he ever knew of you!”
she added quickly, seeing a spark of anger
in her friend’s eyes.
"He would never take me—he made ex
cuses when I asked him. Is It very beauti
ful?” she asked.
have never seen such a lovely place?”
The gate clicked suddenly. Dolly turned
her head again.
’’lt’s the postman,” she said. There was
something frightened in her voice. “You
go, Mary.”
haN a 7f f Went ° Ut infO the hal1 ’ 6he came
Hu. a , er a moni cnt with one letter
It s for Nigel,” she said.
’ Dolly took it, and eagerly scanned the en
j velope. The stamp was a foreign one.
"It’s from David,” she said. "At last!”
♦ ♦ ♦
j Her hands shook with excitement as she
opened the flap. Mary turned away; she was
I beginning to w onder if she had really cared
| anything for Nigel’s wife—if it had not
just been for his sake that she hAd been a
friend to her.
After a moment Dolly gave a little angry
exclamation; she laughed shortly.
"1 knew what he would say. I always
to!d Nigel.” She pushed the 'letter across
the table. "Read it. Very well, then,” as
Mary shook her head, “I ll read it to you.”
. ‘‘Dear Nigel—Many thanks for your letter I
in which you tell yie you are going to the
fiont and that you have been married eight
een months. Neither piece of news came as
a surprise to me.
"I am coming home almost immediately 1
to see if the War Office can be persuaded to
make some use of an old crock like myself,
and shall hope to see you before you leave
England, when we can discuss the future.
With regard to your marriage, I only
hope you have made a wise choice and are
happy, though the tone of your letter makes
me dubious.”
Dolly screwed the letter into the palm of
her hand and threw' it across the room.
Her eyes were flashing angrily.
“Did you ever hear such a thing? How
dare he! Nigel must have said something.
He would not show me the letter he wrote.
1 ought to have made him.”
She burst into a storm of angry tears.
'•Dolly— Dolly!”
Dolly wrenched herself free when Mary
would have put an arm around her.
She ran from the room.
Face downwards on the bed she sobbed
herself into serenity again; she rose present
ly and bathed her face and brushed her hair.
ShA put on her hat and went out; she
passed the room where Mary was sitting,
I but did not go in, or call good-by to her.
THE September afternoon was drawing
to a close; there was no breath of
wind, and the red and yellow leaves
I hung listlessly from the trees that bordered
. the path.
Dolly walked on with downbent eyes; she
j did not know why she had come' out—
had nowhere particular to go; hut the house
seemed to ‘’title her; the presence of Mary
was a reproach.
She thought of Robert Durham—his kind,
grave face, his worshipful smile; and a man
coining along the street bumped against her.
He drew back with a muttered apology, then
stopped.
“Dolly!”
Dolly caught her breath with almost, a cry.
She looked up at his face, and thought her
self dreaming; then she held out both shak
ing hands, only to withdraw them again agi
tatedly.
"Robert! ”
Site had been thinking of him. and now
he was here. For two years she had longed
for a sight of him, though she had not
dared to confess it even to her own heart;
and now he was at her side. The blood
rushed up into her face; her eyes spoke the
welcome her lips dared not utter.
It was he who recovered himself first; he
was a little pale, but quite self-possessed.
“I was thinking about you a moment ago,’’
he said.
| “1 was thinking of you.’’ she answered im-
pulsively. eyes were wandering over him
—his face, his figure.
He was so little altered —older, perhaps,
and yes. he was better dressed than she re
membered him. There was a smarter cut to
his coat; he wore expensive-looking boots. He
seemed to follow her thoughts, for he said,
smiling rather constrainedly:
“I’ve fallen on better days since—since we
met.” He turned his eyes from her face pain
fully. “Do you remember how you used to
laugh at me when 1 said I knew my ship
| would come home some day? Well, it's come
WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH US
THE NEW YORK TIMES has the fol
lowing in its issue of May 20:
JUVENILE DELINQUENCY
INCREASES IN GEORGIA
Alarming Number of Roys Between 11 and
15 Years Are Serving, Terms
(Special to the New York Times.)
May 15. —The danger of juve
nile delinquency has been brought forcibly
to the attention of this state by the annual
report of the Prison Commission, which
shows that an alarming number, of youths
of tender age are serving terms, despite the
leniency of Judges whenever such a course
has been possible.
Increasing criminality among Georgia juve
niles has become evident with the general
use of the automobile, officers finding that
the larger number of those responsible for
motor car thefts are not out of their teens.
Judges have tried to save the boys by placing
them on probation, but this has only de
ferred prison terms. A few weeks later the
youths on probabtion engage in new thefts.
1 Authentic reports recently issued show
that Atlanta alone had more automobile
thefts than any southern State other' than
Georgia.
Prison reports show that prisoners now
on the State prison farm and on county
road gangs include one boy of 11. years, two
of 12, five of 13, thirteen of 14, and thir
teen of 15. Practically half of the entire
list of more than 3,100 were in their twen
ties.
Os the total number of all prisoners,
1,709 were married and 1,456 were single.
There were nearly 1,200 farm laborers, five
preachers, sixty-nine cooks, ten barbers, ten
bankers and one lawyer. Murder lead the
list .of crime with 918. Burglaries numbered
661, and cases of manslaughter 363. Sixty
seven prisoners were held on liquor charges.
Perhaps our Georgia newspapers have en
deavored to conceal this alarming report,
but that was a p.alpable mistake in my
opinion—which may not be \ worth very
much. But if these facts are true, and if
the report made by the Prison Commission
coincides with this statement in the Times,
we have reached a place where a mass meet
ing should be called to alter and amend
such conditions.
This could not be condoned if such things
should be reported in Haiti or the steppes
of Russia. After the Civil War of the
sixties, when everything was affected by the
aftermath of war, the Penitentiary system in
Georgia had to deal with 350 convicts, most
ly blacks. And the former slaves were not
allowed to be educated —totally without edu
cation. In this good year, 1924, we are
spending nineteen millions of tax money on
general public education. Read the Times
statement over again, and then speak up and
tell our readers what’s the matter with us
as a soverign State?
Murder leads in the list of crimes. Bur
glaries are chronicled every day in the lead
ing newspapers. Young white boys are rabid
desperadoes. Think of the ages of these
young criminals, and ask yourselves where
this thing is going to end, and what is, there
in sight to stop it and its ( effect on our
futu re.
The land is dotted thickly with churches,
as well as school houses. What is it, that
has thus cankered the "body politic.” it
used to be that nine-tenths of Georgia crim
inals were engroes. The young whites are
catalogued now.
Amazing as it appears, the white youths
are leading the pace in spite of colleges, uni
versities and farm educational institutions.
Taxation was never so heavy, and every dol
lar the State collects with tax gatherers, is
divided fifty-fifty to carry on common
schools, to educate youth.
If the youths are drifting to penitentiary,
what will the next generation be doing with
the crime question?
These youthful criminals are n >t ign rant.
They are the products of the prevailing pub
lic school system. The churches are so busy
collecting more money, pulling down plain
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS
A New York maid-of-all work saved $20,-
000 out of her wages during fort -five years,
and’ at her death willed it to her employer’s
two daughters. ■ It pays to be nice to yoru
servants. —Buffalo Evening News.
Just as we began to worry over what to
do with the world’s supply of old bones,
along came mah jong and the problem was
solved.—Cincinnati Times-Star.
Wild life is disappearing and home life is
disappearing. About all that is left is wotta
life. —Duluth Herald.
now. I’m not a poor man any longer. If
you’d v^a'ted —”
He caught himself up with an apoligy.
“I’m sorry—l shouldn’t have said that. I
hope you're very happy.’’
She answered him shakily.
“My husband is at the frdnt—he’s been out
there seven weeks.”
There was a little silence, then:
“What are you doing, Robert?” she asked.
“Mayn't I be int'-iiested?”
He answered evasively.
“I got an appointment abroad —I am leav
ing England in three weeks’ time.”
She echoed the word voicelessly.
“Abroad ?”
“The Argentine—yes.”
It was nothing to her where he went, of
course; it could never be anything to her
again, but yet—she pulled herself together
with a desperate effort.
“Well, I must be getting on.”
Her voice sounded far away—stupid.
“Good-by.”
He raised his hat stiffly, and turned away.
He did not once look back, and Dolly went on,
feeling as if she had to forcibly drag her feet
every step that led her away from him.
It seemed afterwards that she must have
walked about the street for hours; it was
quite dark when she reached home.
The door of the flat stood open. In the
lighted hall she could see Mary Eurnival and
the little maidservant standing together. The}’
both turned as she entered.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” Dolly spoke the words
constrainedly. “ went for a long walk —it
v.as such a lovely evening.”
She stopped.
“Why are you staring at me so?” she asked,
with a sort of dull anger.
The little maidservant flung her head and
burst into noisy weeping. Mary stepped for
ward and put an arm round Dolly. ■
“There is news —bad news, dear,” she said.
Her voice was kind, but cold—so cold. “You
must trty and be brave/ Come and sjt down,
and I will tell you.” But Dolly did not move;
she felt suddenly as if her feet were frozen
to the spot where she stood.
Her voice was sharp—almost shrill.
“I know what it is—l know. Nigel—Nigel
is dead!”
There was a moment’s silence, broken only
by the little maidservant's hysterical weeping;
then Mary Furnival echoed Dolly's words:
“Nigel—Nigel is dead!” But the agony of the
widow was in her voice.
CONTINUED TUESDAY.
THE COUNTRY HOME
BY MRS. H'. H. FELTON
TUESDAY. .TI NE 3, 1934.
church buildings to erect more extravagant
ones, and crying out for higher salaries for
the preachers—that this crime wave washes
and lashes the very doorsteps of what are
called the Temples of the Living God, and
young 1 white men are becoming the terror of
our big cities, as desperadoes.
Men are killing their wives. Wives are
seving life terms in the State Penitentiary
where these incarcerated youths will become
debased by lust—as well as the craze for
murder. It was the habit of the infamous
convict lease system in years gone by, to
herd the sexes together—on the chain. The
deeps of degradation grew deeper in such
forced intimacy. Georgia finally drove the
system on the rocks and it was made way
with.
Now we have an expensive Prison Com
mission to watch for wrongdoing, to elevate
the methods both in justice and humanity.
The present system costs a mint of money,
and we as a State are heralded in the
northern papers—as the worst State in the
union—with an alarming number of boys
between eleven and fifteen, condemned
criminal!.
In the name of the God of the Universe,
what are our people thinking about?
EXCLUDING THE JAPS
WITHIN a. month, on July 1 , 1 924, a
provision has been written into the
Immigration bill by congress, exclud
ing all alien immigrants not eligible to be
come citizens, which law will be in force.
The President appealed to congress to make
the date March 1, 1925, to thus exclude,
but congress would not. This drastic meas
ure was thus directed by Democrats and the
West Coast Republicans.
While the people of all parties are in favor
of restricting immigration, there is too much
haste evident in this hurry call, to the Japs
and Chinamen, at which the immigration
bill is aimed at present.
The Japs are going to resent it. There
was an agreement in treaties with Japan,
to "give and take,” as early as 1854.
In case of war with, Japan, Japan has
vantage ground with her superb navy. If
5 and V, represent the fighting strength of
Great Britain and Japan, the United States
might, approximate 4—according to naval
statistics. Great Britain and Japan are un
derstood to be in alliance. In a collision
the Japs can easily attack the Philippines,
or the Hawaian Islands. It is expected, of
course, that the United States can defend
itself on American soil, but it is a mooted
question to the protection of our Philip
pine Islands and Hawaii. • Why provoke ill
will without reasonable time for the State
Department to communicate with Japan, and
explain things as usual, in foreign diplomacy?
"Doing well is hard to beat,” dear readers
of the Country Home column. Haste is
good in many things, but undue haste with
implied threats to Japan, may bother us in
more ways than one. Japan is neither a
bully or a coward. The oil question—for
naval reserve lias been vehemently adver
tized by the senate investigations. We have
now no chance to cover up our defects as
to oil preparedness. We have thus informed
Japan as to what we find ourselves lacking
—and Japan has had information as to
where to hit us hard—in the oil regions.
You may say Mrs. Felton is old, and timid.
Quite true. Nevertheless I lived before the
Civil War, and suffered through it, and en
dured the affermath, when hostilities ceased.
War is a dangerous proposition—c
now, when airplanes and poison gas have
been added to army rifles and long-range
cannon.
Japan has a grievance, because this issue
is solely a question of color. Race wars are
deadly. There is no truce in such combats.
The United States has given the franchise
to the black man, and the World’s War,
equalized colored troops with white soldiers
all over the United States. I cannot under
stand why our Southern White Supremacy
orators remained quiet, when the last ad
ministration, equalized the white and black
soldiers, and put all on an equality before
the law—a fatal departure from the white
supremacy doctrine. Japan will ask the
reason why? Also our choice as to color.
RULES FOR OLD AGE
By Dr. Frank Crane
t-ttITH apologies to Emile Faguet,
\/\ whose book on "Old Aage” Ido
’ ’ not at all fancy, I will try to set
down some rules for old persons. When I
am old I will observe the following items
(perhaps):
I will not try to act or dress nor talk so
as to make people think I am younger
than I am.
I will not pretend to be young, nor be
i angry when called old, nor be ashamed of
my, age.
I will not complain of being old.
I will not continually remind people of
my old age to secure their sympathy or to
hear them say I am not so old after all, or
do not seem so.
I will not form the habit of indulging in
reminiscences.
I will be particularly careful not to re-.
; peat the same anecdotes over and over.
I will not complain of the present and
; claim the past was much better.
If I am deaf, weak-eyed, lame or other
wise afflicted, I will not advertise my in
firmities, but avoid obtruding them upon
the notice of others as much as possible.
I will not read my manuscripts to vl»-
i itors.
I will not talk of myself, my works, or
.my achievements, even of my mistakes, any
' more than is necessary. |
1 will sneak cheerfully or keep still.
j 1 will never indulge in cynicism, never
sneer at youth, and I will try always to
appreciate what younger folk do.
I will be as little bored as I can, and
j never say I am bored, nor, if possible, act
; as if I were bored.
I will not give advice unless It is asked,
and not often then.
I will not be irritable.
I will not be a nuisance nor an incum
brance, as far as in me lies.
I will not be offended by neglect, but
will remember the words of the sage:
"Those who come t osee me do me honor;
i those who do not come to see me do me a
fivor.”
I will be as little disagreeable as possi
ble, and will never use my natural dis
agreeableness as a means of getting my
w a y.
I will cultivate friendship and com
panionship of young children, who alone
; understand old age.
I will learn to love to be alone. As Ibsen
■ says: "The freest soul 13 the soul that Is
! alone.”
; I shall try to show the world that old
age is spiritual opportunity and not physi
cal calamity.
Forced to become a bystander, I shall try
to be helpful and a cheerful one.
I shall try to sweeten like the pear Dr.
Holmes describes that mellows and becomes
k full flavored before it drops from the stem,
and shall try not to sour and dry and rot.
I shall conceive my life’s triumph to be
to grow triumphantly, victoriously old.
. In a word. I shall try to adjust myself
to old age, as t* - ' all other facts of life.
I (Copyright, 1921)
MY WIFE ANDI
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
CHAPTER XXI
I WONDERED if this disappointment hat
had anything to do with Natalie’s action*
aside from her resentment at Uncle Rob
•ert's attitude. Had it affected her feeling
for me? I had told her of the lovely old
home but had in no way even hinted wa
might occupy it. I had no such idea as I
knew well Uncle’s feeling about Mrs. Bell,
his love of quiet and his belief that young
married people were better olt by themselves.’
Downstairs they were all laughing and
chatting and my entrance was unnoticed for
a moment. I stood just inside the living
room door, looking at them, remarking
Garth and Natalie in the group.
Suddenly I hearcl Diana’s clear
she came toward me, saying:
"A wise old owl lived in an oak, *
The more he saw the less he spoke.
The less he spoke the more he heard—
Why aren’t we all like that old bird?”
Everyone laughed and wanted to> know *
where I had been.
"You stood there looking like a sphinx,”
Diana said, “or a wise old owl. I couldn't
help teasing you a little. You’re not Me-,
thuselah, you know, neither does the world
rest on your shoulders, although you look aS/"
if it did.”
“It has slid off at your coming,” I repli&i
in the same bantering tone she had used. tL
had been trying to make up my mind as I
’. watched them whether I should let Natalie/
' ' know I had overheard what she said to <
,1 Garth or avoid discussion by keeping my
eavesdropping to myself. As we bade Ned
and Jessie good night I decided no good
1 could come of raising the question and that
I would not say anything.
Garth and ‘Diana rode home with u; so we
' had no opportunity for confidences of any
■ sort. I got out at Uncle Robert’s, telling <
them I would walk home after I saw how he
i was feeling.
I found him not as well. He was lying
on the couch and for him that .was a bad
: sign. I was glad I had said no more than
I had about the eountry. If he were ill I
could leave him in town alone and after
what I had heard I knew it would be useless
. to think Natalie would have him with us.
I found Natalie reading a letter that had
come for her during our absence.
"Mother is coining to visit me, she will
be here tomorrow,” she told me.
"Good!” I exclaimed heartily. ‘ Uncle is
■ not so well and I shall, want to spend some
time with him. If your mother is here I can
jdo so with a clear conscience. You will not
> be alone.”
i "I hope you won’t be so busy you can’t
spare a little time for her,” Natalie replied.
; "My haven’t botheryou very
much,” the last in an injured tone. ,
"Indeed they have not. Your brother has
■ made his visits to you in the day time and
> I’ve not liked it that he didn’t let me get ac
s quainted with him.” Natalie found she de
[ tested her brother’s wife and never had
; asked them to dine with us although they
i lived only a short way from us in New
I Jersey.
. ; "I didn’t want that common wife of his
• coming here,” she replied. As I never had
- met the lady in question I kept still. A
. ; thought of Uncle's reminder that a man
■: must consider* his wife’s family came to me.
> Mine certainly had given me no cause to con
> sider them. 1 looked up the trains, found
what time her mother might be expected and
, offered to meet her. , A
, "Thank you, then I won’t try to go to the
station,” she said.
I was really glad my mother-in-law was
coming. I felt I owed it to Uncle Robert
to spend as many of my evenings with him
. as possible unless he improved. I hated to
leave Natalie, certain that she would seek
her accustomed pleasures without me-—per
haps with Ned Church. I couldn't down
the suspicion that he sought her, that she
was willing to meet him. Now, even if she
did go out as usual, her mother would o£
necessity accompany her.
I met Natalie’s /mother, called a taxi, dis
posed of her luggage, took her baggage
check and ordered her trunk sent.
"Haven’t you bought Natalie a car yet?’. l
she asked as I took my seat beside her.
"No. I haven’t been able to afford the
kind of a car she wants,” I answered sharply.-
"You owe it to her, to your position in
society. H’s ridiculous for you not to have
a private car. I hope you will attend to it
while I ain here.”
My enthusiasm over her visit left me. She
intended to encourage Natalie in her,extrava
gance. I would not be forced to buy a car.-
J he idea was becoming an obsession with me
-—Natalie intended to compel me to humor
her.
I stole a glance at my mother-in-law 4 if
had met hei- only a few times before Jfcy
marriage; she had seemed an ordinary snWh'
town woman then. But I saw something
that reminded me for the first time of Nata
lie. I he. straight lips as she spoke of the
I car, the determined chin. Natalie had writ
ten her, coached her, was my thought.
Natalie welcomed her affectionately and
until we sat down to dinner I saw no more
of her.
"How can yon endure to live in a flat?’*
z she asked Natalie.
"This is an apartment,” I smiled at her.
You should see New York flats.”
But all on one floor, no privacy.” She
fairly sniffed.
"It is the best I can afford,” I replied ag
I served her, wondering what was to come.
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MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin S. Cobb
According to a. much-traveled friend ot
mine, there used to be an Irishman who
functioned as chief barker for a sight-seeing
coach in New Orleans. One of the places
included in the itinerary of the tours was a
famous cemetery.
On a certain morning as the rubber-neck
wagon, heavily laden with tourists, turned in
between the gates of the cemetery the orator
facing the passengers, proceeded, through
his megaphone, to chant his customary ex
planation :
lo the right you see a shaft erected la
mimory av our Hacoic Confederate Dead. To «
the left a b~s-,cfful shaft erected by the
rich Mr. j n mimory of his wife.
ibis shaft is JOO feet high, and half way
up 'tis ornamented wid four female figures.”
A woman visitor spoke up:
"What do the four figures represent? shrf
asked.
1 his wag the first time the barker had
been asked this question and he hesitated a
minute before answering. Then inspiration
came to him:
"Thim? Why them, Ma’am, are Faith.
Hope and Charity—and;—and—Mrs. Moriar
ty.”
(Copyright, 1924.) ; -
Employer: ‘There’s a man called Robin
son at. the foot of High street who owes us
$25. You will call and collect the money.”
New Clerk; “But there are about a dozen
Robinsons in that part of the town. Which
one is it?”
"I’m not sure; but you’ll know nur Rob
inson at once. He’s sure to try to kick you
, down the stairs.”